No running!

   When a pile of thin travel brochures fell off the bookshelves because of a strong wind which came into the library and it blew away white sheets of paper from the tea table, a blond-haired boy was sitting on the carpet and putting some puzzle pieces together in front of him. With some kind of wonder, he lifted his head up and his eyebrows raised. The library was located in the basement. It was a large square room, filled with white shelves which ran along the pale pink walls, and there was a small fireplace surrounded by armchairs in the middle.

   In one of these armchairs sat a man reading a thick book. Judging from the shabby cover of the book that he was holding in his hands, it was very old. He was an unattractive, average height man with silver hair on his head. This restful place was quite well-lit due to the good number of lamps that were conveniently placed here and there because there were no windows to compensate for the lack of natural light. That’s why the wind could only come from either the door that leads to the street or the one that goes to the front garden. So if the wind came in, that meant that someone else had come in too.

   The boy was smiling with some new sort of excitement. It seemed that he knew for sure who had just arrived. So he stood up and rushed across the room very quickly, leaving his puzzle pieces behind. He started to go up the stairs, when he heard a strict, and at the same time, loud voice behind him: “Stop it, young man! No running in the library!” This time he imagined the emotionless face of the old man behind him as he had done many times before. But he didn’t want to look over his shoulder or even turned around. “But why? I am so happy and I have been waiting for this for so long!” the boy thought to himself. He was aware of these type of rules, but he continued on his way upstairs.

   The sunlight was beaming through the top of the doorway. Small drops of rain were falling from the sky and it looked like the wind was starting to blow stronger. A tall strong man was standing in the doorway smiling at the boy with a familiar smile. He was holding a big grey bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other. “Father!” shouted the pleased boy loudly when he embraced him.
 

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